[So much for anyone at this reunion standing on two legs is perhaps what the previous line of narrative text ought to have said.
Because now the distant barking is less distant, and has been joined by other ambient noise--a galloping sound, hooves on whatever these floors are made of--and alarmed shouts from people who have found themselves suddenly leaped over by a fully grown stag--and then there is the stag, perhaps turning the corner fluidly like a painting come to life, or else leaping over some obstacle--but either way, wholly majestic and surprisingly nimble for a beast of its size.
And then there, close behind and barking madly, is the dog, who is perhaps a little less nimble, because as he comes around the corner, his paws skitter and he bulls forward and whops Lily with his tail and Remus with his shoulder, wriggles between them to get to the stag, or to the arbitrary finish line--if this is where James and Lily agreed to meet or if this is some point earlier on that particular path, who can say, certainly Padfoot can't, but it is probably a surprise; it certainly is a surprise to him, when all he wanted to do was beat a certain stag in a footrace, but now he has found Lily and Remus as well, Remus and Lily, all familiar scents and shapes in the unfamiliar--
He twists around and comes back at this the other way, throws his forepaws in the air and then comes down, hard, so that he can bull right back against Remus and Lily all over again, sniffing and barking and licking and generally not behaving at all like the aged dog he really is.]
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Because now the distant barking is less distant, and has been joined by other ambient noise--a galloping sound, hooves on whatever these floors are made of--and alarmed shouts from people who have found themselves suddenly leaped over by a fully grown stag--and then there is the stag, perhaps turning the corner fluidly like a painting come to life, or else leaping over some obstacle--but either way, wholly majestic and surprisingly nimble for a beast of its size.
And then there, close behind and barking madly, is the dog, who is perhaps a little less nimble, because as he comes around the corner, his paws skitter and he bulls forward and whops Lily with his tail and Remus with his shoulder, wriggles between them to get to the stag, or to the arbitrary finish line--if this is where James and Lily agreed to meet or if this is some point earlier on that particular path, who can say, certainly Padfoot can't, but it is probably a surprise; it certainly is a surprise to him, when all he wanted to do was beat a certain stag in a footrace, but now he has found Lily and Remus as well, Remus and Lily, all familiar scents and shapes in the unfamiliar--
He twists around and comes back at this the other way, throws his forepaws in the air and then comes down, hard, so that he can bull right back against Remus and Lily all over again, sniffing and barking and licking and generally not behaving at all like the aged dog he really is.]